Slice and Dice, Slice and Dice

Man, don't ever be sorry you don't want to kill someone.

Sam could not help but be pleased. "So. Astrid needs me." Brianna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Sam, you're still necessary. You're like a god to us mere mortals. We can't live without you. Later we're going to build you a temple. Satisfied?

You like blue eyes, huh?" "Yes. I do. I like blue eyes.

Sometimes I think He looks down and says, "Wow, look what those idiots are up to now. I guess I better help them along a little.

Because that, more than any monster, was what Sam had feared: that he was weak and cowardly. He had a terrible fear of being afraid.

You don't look so much like a great hero,' Jarrah said. 'I'm pretty sure I'm not,' Mack said wearily. 'My throat is hoarse from screaming in terror. I don't think heroes have that problem.